Poet & Thief

A Never-ending Math Equation


All the light is in the leaves,

Yellow and crimson

In the trees and blanketing

The ground, these city streets.


This morning, fog

Like something from a dream

I run through it all

See no one


And no one sees me.

I am willing to believe

This fog, these leaves,

This feeling, hallowed.


One more hill to climb

Two squirrels chase

Three birds sing, this is how

the world begins.

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